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Wildheart chronicles Chapter 18: Punching Bag
Bjorn saw their pursuers coming straight for them. They were still far away, needing about three hours to reach Bjorn's spot. But Bjorn knew they couldn't outrun Firesong for long.“I guess I have to figure out how to kill a murderous Adept,” he muttered to himself.Bjorn used some magic to make his shadow jump from shadow to shadow, reaching their position in minutes. He then sent his shadow ahead to scout the path.“Stay close, this will be dangerous,” Bjorn whispered, holding Hana's trembling hand to comfort her.They moved into the marshland, surrounded by thick fog. The ground was soft and muddy, slowing them down. Strange noises echoed around them, making the place feel eerie.Bjorn thought about their situation. “My only advantage is my devouring source, which they don't know about. They're angry, so their judgment is clouded. I can use my surroundings to my benefit,” he mused.“Look for the strongest beast,” Bjorn instructed his shadow. It was a risky plan that could end their
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 19: Awakening The Venomthorn Drake
Firesong was stunned. He expected the boy to go flying back with broken bones, but Bjorn took the hit and even smiled.Bjorn didn’t wait for his opponent to dictate the tempo of the fight. He charged forward, using his lightning demon arts to gain speed. They clashed again, swords and spells ringing through the air.They clashed dozens of times in a minute. Bjorn was always pushed back, blood covering him, but he seemed to heal immediately. Firesong could end the fight quickly but wanted to torment Bjorn slowly. He enjoyed that Bjorn could take a beating, thinking it would prolong his suffering.Bjorn was glad Firesong underestimated him. “If I’m your punching bag, you can be my training dummy,” he thought.He saw this as a chance to train. He had always improved quickly when taking his daily dose of beatings from Stormshadow.He had been practicing the second form of lightning demon arts. The first stage powered his body with lightning, and the second stage covered him in lightning a
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 20: Burnt Out
A second furious roar echoed from the beast, shaking the very air as it sluggishly rose from the lake's deep gorge, gradually picking up speed. Firesong felt a primal terror wash over him, every hair on his body standing on end. "How did I miss something this huge?" he berated himself. He turned to Bjorn and saw his condition was even worse. The beast's roar had shattered Bjorn's lightning armor, leaving him with internal injuries. Bjorn was on one knee, coughing up blood. Despite their enmity, Firesong couldn't help but admire Bjorn's guts and determination as a fellow cultivator. “What is your name, kid?” Firesong asked suddenly. Surprised, Bjorn saw no harm in answering since he needed a moment to stabilize himself. “I am Wildheart,” he declared with conviction. “Remember that name, if you survive today,” Bjorn said with a bloody laugh that turned into a cough. “Now you can die.” Firesong lunged at Bjorn to end the threat, but before he could reach him, a huge, armored, sca
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 21: Grizzly Bear
Bjorn groggily woke up in a warm cozy room with the fireplace lit, he found himself lying on a warm bed made of beast furs. I took him about a minute to orient himself. “Where am I?” He muttered as he tried to get up but his body protested in pain, every inch hurts. With a grunt Bjorn pushed through the pain and made his way to the door of the small hut, he opened the door and found himself in a large clearing, with another smaller hut in the clearing, probably the storage room of whomever his host is. Bjorn was about to step out onto the clearing when he saw a large giant savage looking man step into the clearing with a much larger dead bear hanging from his shoulders. The savage giant towered over Bjorn, his massive frame shrouded in a tangle of messy brown hair that cascaded down his back like a blazing waterfall. His enormous, unkempt beard, thick and wild, bristled with the ferocity of a storm, framing a face marked by harsh features and piercing brown eyes that burned with u
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 22: Body Refinement
Bjorn ate until he couldn’t eat anymore. His belly was so full that he could barely move, yet he watched in amazement as Grizzly continued to eat like a ravenous beast. The mage had the appetite of ten men combined, devouring everything in sight with unrelenting ferocity.Finally, after finishing his meal, Grizzly turned his attention back to Bjorn. "Let's begin," he said.Bjorn shifted into a lotus position, feeling a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Grizzly placed a hand on his back, and Bjorn could feel a strange but powerful energy start to flow through his body. Grizzly was guiding this energy in a precise, intricate pattern, controlling its circulation with expert skill.“We draw our magical essence from sources beyond this world, often ignoring the natural essence of our own,” Grizzly explained, his voice calm and authoritative. “But it’s this very natural essence that most beasts rely on to gain their power.”As Grizzly spoke, Bjorn could feel the natural essence being
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 23: The Farewell Gift
Bjorn can be seen seated in by a serene stream, cultivating and trying to break through on his shadow avatar arts, possessing a second shadow will be a big boost to his power.possessing two perfect scouts would be something anyone would wish for and Bjorn desires the same and his recent breakthrough in the lightning demon arts has only motivated him more to do this.This process is delicate and requires immense concentration. He closed his eyes and focused inward, reaching deep into his soul.With a sharp mental effort, he cut a tiny part of his soul. The pain was intense, like a burning knife slicing through him, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through. He could feel the small piece of his soul pulsing in his mind, a glowing fragment of his very essence.Next, he summoned his shadow from the source, a dark, shifting form that seemed alive with potential. Holding the soul fragment in his mind, he carefully guided it towards the shadow. The moment they touched, a powerful surge of
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 24: Small council
In a room bathed in brilliant light, the walls shimmered with intricate gold inlaid designs, capturing the eye and enhancing the room's majestic atmosphere. Tapestries adorned the walls, each one telling a vivid story of the church's remarkable feats. Scenes of bravery, faith, and divine intervention were woven into these tapestries, depicting the rich history and spiritual conquests of the church.At the center of this magnificent room stood a grand semicircular table, crafted from the finest wood and polished to a gleaming finish. The table was large enough to comfortably seat thirteen individuals, with one chair, more opulent and commanding than the others, positioned at the head. This grand chair was reserved for someone of immense significance, a leader among leaders.This room was the heart of the church's decision-making body, the small council. Here, a select group of powerful men and women gathered to deliberate on the church's path and its future. These were the twelve cardi
Wildheart chronicles Chapter 25: Nassau city
It took Bjorn another full day of travel before he arrived at Nassau, one of the cities in the Order's territory.Nassau sprawled endlessly, with no clear boundaries or gates. Perpetual darkness enveloped the city, as the mountains behind cast a vast, embracing shadow. This gloom was chased away by countless magical lanterns glowing throughout the city.Despite its immense size, Nassau was orderly, with buildings lined along clean, well-paved roads, clearly constructed by mages. Each sector catered to its residents' needs: bustling markets, serene residential areas, and industrious workshops. The city’s layout, with the perpetual twilight from the mountains and the glowing lights, gave it an eerie yet harmonious ambiance, where every part fit perfectly into the grand design.Bjorn passed by many mages dressed in dark trousers and deep blue tops that shimmered like the night sky, adorned with unique lightning patterns that seemed to crackle with energy. Their uniforms were both practic
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